“Wouldn’t you?” he barked back.
My heart pounded as he grabbed me by the throat again. I struggled to breathe, but he didn’t care. My eyes widened as my vision blurred.
“She needs a blood transfusion, Rosella. Can you give her your blood?”
With one harsh move, he tossed me onto the bed. My head hit the headboard, and everything went black.
When I woke up, my vision was hazy. I saw three figures around me.
“She’s awake,” the police chief said.
I panicked. Why were they here? I turned my head and saw Darius standing by the door, glaring at me.
“Choose, Rosella,” he said coldly. “Donate your blood to Sasha or get detained for attempted murder.”
My throat tightened. Attempted murder?
“You really think I could kill her?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“You did. The maids confessed. Said you added something to the dessert out of jealousy.”
He motioned for the officers to step outside.
“How could you try to kill her? That child would make you a mother. You’d be a mother because of Sasha.”
But I never wanted it like that. How could I be happy over a child that wasn’t mine? A child born from betrayal?
He sighed, placing his hands on his hips before pointing at me.
“You’ll give Sasha your blood. That’s what she wants. If you agree, the case will be dropped. If not, you’ll go to prison.”
He walked away without another word.
I cried silently. I couldn’t have a criminal case under my name. The council and government would reject my divorce petition if I did. That meant I’d suffer longer in this marriage.
I swallowed my pride and stepped out of the room. Darius, Desmond, and the rest of the council were there.
“I’ll… give her my blood,” I said, voice trembling as tears pooled in my eyes.
I knew what it meant. I might not survive. I was already low on blood. I had a condition. But could I survive a prison sentence for something I didn’t do?
The council looked at me with disgust.
“So, our Luna really committed a crime? Attempted murder?” one of them said. “This is a disgrace.”
I dug my nails into my palm. Their disappointment clung to the air, still heavy when a man barged in, storming toward me.
He didn’t hesitate. He slapped me hard across the face.
“You tried to kill my daughter?” he shouted.
Desmond stepped between us. Darius almost did too but stopped himself and looked away.
“She’s the Luna. Show some respect,” Desmond said firmly.